Layin' Pipe

Cory Jay slams his gloved fist into Jeff Baron's hole like he owns it. Jeff's on all fours in full leather, hole spread wide, and Cory works that thick dildo first. Twelve inches of black rubber, soda-can thick, vanishes to the base. In, out, fast. Jeff grunts and pushes back for more. Cory switches hands, fist to toy, fist to toy, until Jeff's hole stays open on its own. He gets Jeff up into the sling. Straps snap tight. Cory grabs the next monster dildo, shoves it home, then yanks it free and drives his whole arm straight in. Jeff's tattoos stretch tight across his chest as he takes the pounding. Cory fists deep and mean, twisting, pulling out, punching back in. Leather creaks, sweat drips, the sling chains rattle. Jeff moans loud every time Cory buries his forearm to the elbow. No mercy, just raw, relentless depth.